A day at Hogwarts

Charles felt like he had gotten up in the wrong posture today. He still didn't understand the situation yet. Why did he come to Azkaban so early in the morning? It was very windy and cold here, which was very uncomfortable.

Recall that today is Saturday. After breakfast, I left the cafeteria and planned to go to the Owl Room of Hogwarts to deliver the cookies with delicious potions that I had just made last night to France.

Ruby just went to the magic house two days ago. There was a mass food poisoning incident there. Her pen pal Yamada Hakumitsu and Seamus' friends Akagi Koko, Akagi Nakako and others were all poisoned by eating noodles and would not be able to come back for a while. All I can do is suffer for the owl.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked up the stairs, I was blocked by the principal, who kindly asked me if I was free.

He just nodded subconsciously, and the next moment, Dumbledore used Apparition to take him to the beach.

Charles asked Dumbledore cautiously: "Headmaster, what are we doing here?"

He was a little worried that his knowledge of the Killing Curse might have been revealed.

Dumbledore made a scared look and said with slight trembling: "I'm coming to see someone today, but it's too scary here. I don't dare to come alone."

Charles had a black eye, thinking that when Lao Deng was young, he seemed to have been in a drama troupe for a while, and his acting skills were excellent.

Dumbledore pretended to be forcibly calm again, patted Charles on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I think you have read about Dementors in the book, don't be afraid."

"The dementors won't hurt you as long as I'm here. If they have any bad intentions against you, they can use the Patronus Charm."

Charles nodded. Dumbledore was too proud. The dementors were obedient for a while, but it would become difficult to deal with them over time.

The two walked towards the dark fortress. On the way, Dumbledore said: "Many years ago, there was a talented student in Hogwarts. He was very talented. We all thought highly of him."

"It's a pity that he took the wrong path in his pursuit of magic. He actually tricked his classmates into conducting evil magic experiments. On the day of graduation, he was sent here by Aurors to spend the rest of his life."

"His life is coming to an end and he made a request not long ago to see me."

Charles heard something in his heart and asked uncertainly: "Professor, are you worried that I will be like this person in the future? Are you trying to remind me today?"

He just thought about how the activities in his memory where criminals were allowed to show up and speak out for education were similar to the current situation.

Dumbledore didn't expect him to be so smart, and he immediately saw his intention. However, if he admitted it, it would have almost no educational significance. It might be regarded as a threat, which would be counterproductive.

"Didn't the Sorting Hat say that you are suitable for Azkaban?" Dumbledore joked with a smile, "I suddenly thought of this just now and decided to take you here to see it."

Charles was speechless, this bad old man was very bad.

The two came to the gate of the fortress. The door was open and the lights inside were dim. Several dementors could be seen flying out to greet them.

The leading dementor was one size larger than the others, and he spoke like the one Charles knew. When communicating with Dumbledore, he couldn't speak in a single sentence and only spoke keywords.

Charles looked around curiously, wanting to see if the dementors he knew were there.

He quickly gave up. All the Dementors were dressed in black cloaks and there was no way to tell them apart.

After Dumbledore's negotiation was over, he turned to Charles and said, "Don't be afraid, just go in."

Azkaban was eerily quiet, with only the footsteps of the two people, and the moans and wailings coming from behind the iron fence from time to time were more frightening than the dementors.

The dementors that greeted them quickly dispersed, with the big guy leading the way, followed by two more.

Charles didn't take two steps when he heard a pitiful howl coming from beside him. He turned around and saw that the nameplate on the iron door was too dark to see clearly. The man holding the iron door and crying was as thin as a dementor, and his hair was messy. The nest of the Bead-necked Turtle Dove looks familiar, as if I have seen it in front of Flourish Blossoms Bookstore before.

Every time he passed a cell, he went to take a look. First, he saw a big black dog that immediately turned into a human form after hearing footsteps. Then in the next room, he saw a middle-aged woman lying on the ground who didn't know whether she was sleeping or in a coma. It read "Bellatrix Lestrange".

Dumbledore thought that when Charles faced the dementors, his mind would be filled with negative energy like everyone else, recalling sad things, and then feel despair.

Unexpectedly, this boy was full of curiosity, without any fear at all. Instead, he looked like a visitor. Could it be that he regarded this place as a zoo?

This guy even asked the dementors about things, such as whether there was a bathroom in the cell, whether they could take a shower, whether they could bring their own pillows, whether the dementors could play poker, and what they had for three meals a day. It seemed like this was where he was going to be. Like an extended stay hotel.

This made the dementors, who didn't talk much to humans, even more speechless, and then left, letting Dumbledore go by himself.

Dumbledore asked this guy: "Charles, don't you feel anything different from usual?"

Charles shook his head and replied: "No, I didn't feel the fear mentioned in the book, nor did I recall any bad memories. I think they are pretty easy to talk to."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "It seems that Jack has taken good care of you, so that you don't have any unpleasant memories."

Charles curled his lips, and said nothing else. Is it true that he has been cooking since he was a child because he likes cooking?

"Dumbledore!" A hysterical cry suddenly came from the cell nearby, "When I get out, the first thing I will do is kill you!!"

Charles looked at the prisoner in surprise. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, but in fact he was probably less than thirty years old. His hands were tightly grasping the railings on the iron door, and he stared at Dumbledore with bloodshot eyes.

Dumbledore just glanced sideways, his eyes full of disgust, and didn't say a word, as if the cell was a pile of garbage.

Not far ahead was the stairs. As the two of them walked up, Dumbledore said: "The man just used the Imperius Curse to do very bad things to Muggle girls. He was very confident in hiding himself and also escaped the Aurors. He was arrested, and I was the one who finally caught him.”

Charles was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "The Dementor is taking advantage of him if he doesn't give him a kiss."

At this moment, he suddenly thought, could the dementors suck out the fragment of Voldemort's soul from Harry?

I just don't know if the dementors are controlled by the Imperius Curse. If they can be controlled, then Harry can avoid the risk of having his soul fragments and his own soul eaten.

It's just that the scene wasn't very pretty, and she was worried that Harry would have a psychological shadow on the kiss. Ginny might not be able to spare her by then, so how about knocking Harry out first?

Charles followed Dumbledore up the stairs while thinking about the feasibility.

Dumbledore thought that his education had achieved results and stopped disturbing him along the way.

The destination was quickly reached. It was a cell with a window, which was fairly bright. There was a person who looked like a living skeleton lying on the cold ground.

Dumbledore knelt down next to the prisoner and shouted twice. The prisoner opened his eyes and was a little excited.

It's just that the prisoner was too weak, and his voice was very low and breathy. Dumbledore almost put his ear to his mouth to hear clearly.

Charles stood there for a while, feeling a little bored, so he quietly exited the cell and came to the first floor.

The iron door of Bellatrix's cell was locked, but the iron bars were no problem for the boneless jellyfish, and it was easy to get in.

"The Dark Lord asked me to bring you a message."

Charles's hoarse voice made Bellatrix, who was lying on the floor, sit up suddenly. She looked around and found a vague shadow by the door.

"Who are you?" Bellatrix's voice sounded weak but alert.

Charles did not answer, but said directly: "The Dark Lord once gave you a precious gold cup for safekeeping."

Bellatrix was startled and asked subconsciously: "Who are you to ask this?"

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly and said sarcastically: "Lucius Malfoy lost the thing that the Dark Lord asked him to keep. Now the Dark Lord can't trust him, so he asked me to come to you to confirm whether Hufflepuff's gold cup is still there." Safety."

Bellatrix was still wary of this person who was unwilling to reveal his true colors. Although he knew a lot of things, he could not guarantee that he was sent by the Dark Lord. He bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

It didn't matter whether Charles told her or not. If he didn't tell her, he would cast a crude forgetting spell on her, and then cast a confusing spell on her before waking her up and asking her once.

It turns out that the Confusion Curse is still somewhat useful as the Imperius Curse. This time, Bellatrix was easy to fool, telling him how to enter the Lestrange family mansion and where the tokens of Gringotts' vault were kept.

Charles gave her another rough forgetting spell and left the cell. After returning to human form in the corridor, he heard a voice full of doubts.

"friend?"

A dementor floated in the corridor, looking down at Charles, his head seemed to tilt.

Charles recognized from the voice that it was the Dementor he had met before, and said happily: "Hello, long time no see."

The dementor immediately asked him: "Is there anything delicious...?"

Charles heard that his tone sounded like a decades-old smoker asking someone if they had any cigarettes, and he immediately understood that he was asking if they had the same kind of food with added ingredients as last time.

There happened to be cookies for Fleur and Gabri in his bag, so he took one out.

After taking the cookie, the dementor said: "My...brother..."

Charles didn't expect that they were related, so he said, "Okay, you can ask them to come."

More than an hour later, after listening to the deathbed confession of his former student, Dumbledore looked up and found that Charles was no longer there. He only saw a line of illuminated words on the wall: "I'm going to the beach."

He thought that Charles couldn't stand the atmosphere here and began to be affected by the dementors over time, so he went out to get some fresh air.

Dumbledore was a little worried. Although the dementors were quite obedient now, one or two special guys would inevitably appear, and they might be harmful to Charles.

After leaving the cell, I didn't see a single Dementor along the way. The uncomfortable feeling was gone, as if they were no longer in the fortress.

This was something that had never happened before. Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat and he quickly walked out of Azkaban's huge cell. The roaring sea breeze made him sober up.

At the beach, Dumbledore saw an extremely rare scene.

On the vast sea, strong winds gather dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the dementors were flying happily like black lightning.